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there was something in the pool last night

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@sanguineous-sadism

As the days had turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Ren had slowly learned to accept living with Strade. As long as Strade had someone in the basement to keep him entertained, Ren didn't have to worry about being hurt too badly. Ren wasn't too sure what happened to the people down there, since he'd only ever seen the grisly aftermath, but he was content to spend his days lounging in the living room or enjoying the privacy of his bedroom.

Last night he'd heard someone new get brought back, so Ren had been expecting to have the whole of today to himself. He'd just been stretching out on the couch and getting ready to take a short nap when he heard a muffled call of his name come from downstairs.

From the basement.

Swallowing his reluctance and fear, Ren slowly lifted up the door and padded his way down the stairs, the whole time making a pointed effort to avert his eyes away from whatever poor soul was tied to the pole.

"Um, y-yes, Strade? Did you need me for something?"

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BtD + BtD2 (mostly 2) + extremely old tumblr text posts Have this bullshit i made

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For those of you who don't already know, my other RP blog is over at @chxpper! So if I'm not online here, I'm almost definitely over there.

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serving size: 4

yeah

all 4 me

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You ruined me. You tore into me and grinned at my tears. You won’t live long enough to see me cry again.

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stop fucking with my head stop hurting me stop dangling my heart on a thin little string i can’t take it i can’t take it

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Strade: Hey i'm about to go to cookout you want anything?

Ren: CHICKEN STRIPS

Strade: double cheeseburger okay coming up

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I had to

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STRADE

He nodded and smiled, he watched Ren for a second and only wondered about something else for a moment before Ren answered his question.

“Ah I see, well I only ask because I see hurt in your eyes, I saw it even before I approached you in the bar.”

He let that settle for a moment and then said.

“You see Ren, I have been doing this for a very long time, and I tend to pick up on certain emotions. Especially when I target someone.”

He stood up and walked around to a chair closer to Ren. He reached and hand out and gently stroked his face.

“You are going to be so special to me Ren, I may be hard to deal with, and I may have sick needs. But I promise, no one else except me is ever going to hurt you.”

Ren's body started to shake like a leaf caught in strong winds, but he didn't dare move away from the gentle stroking. He would have rather not been hurt again by anyone, be it Strade or anyone else, but he supposed that some protection was better than none.             ❛ I like the sound of that, ❜ he admitted quietly. ❛ I want to be special to you, Strade. I want you to keep me safe and stop me being abandoned again. ❜

After a few seconds of hesitation, Ren reached up and rested his hands on top of Strade's shoulders. The contact was feather-light and barely there, but Ren hoped that it would be enough to make his captor happy. That was all he needed to do for now.

            ❛ Um, when you said that you were going to hurt me, you'll still patch me up afterwards, right? Like with the, with the stitches and stuff? Please don't let me die. ❜

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STRADE

Strade smiled and nodded a little. “It’s fine little one, you are still getting the hang of things.” He smiled at the breakfast Ren had made for them. It was nice, he himself had been alone for so long. So it was nice to not be the one to be making breakfast.

He looked up at ren and grinned. “This is wonderful, if you want later I’ll show you where the meat and biscuits are?” He enjoyed this small man. He was rather cute and amusing.

He finished his eggs and watched Ren finish his as Strade took a drink of a glass of juice.

He cleared his throat and thought for a second. Then he said. “Ren, have you ever been abandoned before?” He didn’t want to sound brash but he was curious. He watched ren’s posture tense.

            ❛ I'd like it if you could show me where those are, yes. ❜ While Ren didn't really have much of a sweet tooth or desire for candies and biscuits, he did always enjoy a tender piece of meat to snack on. Unsurprising really, considering that he did have many animal characteristics.

Ren picked at his eggs, his appetite having been greatly reduced the moment his captor woke up, but he forced himself to eat what he could. There was no point in letting perfectly good food go to waste, was there?

The question caught him off guard a little, and his ears flattened gently back against his head. He had no friends or close family to speak of, and there was no significant other in his life. He'd been abandoned by everyone, at one point or another.             ❛ W-well, of course I have. All of my friends lost contact with me, and any relatives I do still have don't really speak to me much, so that counts as being abandoned, I guess? A-and it's not as if anyone's come looking for me here, even though I've been missing for just under a week now. But anyway, why did you ask..? ❜

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Ren flinched away from the pat, every part of him still jumpy and left on edge after the days of torture that he'd been made to endure. It could be worse, since at least now he was alive and out of the basement, but could he really call this a life? He was kept collared at all times, so he still couldn't escape, and now he was living under the same roof as the man who'd been causing him unimaginable pain only a couple of days prior.

Could he really pretend that this was something he wanted?

But, there was no point to dwelling on that now. He had breakfast to finish, and hopefully then he'd be able to have some time to himself.             ❛ I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that I had to wait until you'd woken up. I won't make the same mistake again, ❜ he promised. Ren's voice was timid, barely above a whisper, and a far cry from the confident tone he'd once had. He was almost ashamed to see himself become so pitiful and subservient.

Ren plated up the eggs, then carefully set one in front of Strade, and the other in front of himself. He stared at the floor and didn't make eye contact with his captor.             ❛ Um, was there anything else you wanted, or is that okay? ❜

((Open RP for a captive of his)) Strade slightly grumbled as he turned over in the bed to look at his alarm clock blaring a loud tune. He quickly bashed down on the off button and sat up. He stretched and yawned a bit scratching his stomach. He looked over and noticed that it was only him. Where had his beloved captive gone ? He stood up and thought to himself ‘They could not have gotten far with their collar on.’ He gathered his clothes and got dressed and went downstairs. He smelt something that was almost inviting? He turned the corner into the kitchen and saw them cooking. He smiled widely. 

“I see you have started breakfast ?” 

the smaller person slightly jumped at the sound of his voice. They looked up at him and nodded softly and did not say a word. They turned back to the eggs , that were cooking.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm dear, but next time wait until I wake up to leave the bed ? Hmm?” 

He patted their cheek and sat at the table watching them cook.

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In other news: I still need to actually get off my ass and make icons for this blog

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🌹 @xfaucheuse | continued from here 🌹

Although not satisfied with the answer, Wendy decided not to push the topic. While it was true that she didn’t feel any real affection towards the other children around her, she didn’t particularly want to see them being mauled by the undead horde supposedly coming this way.

She had been given an old pickaxe to wield as a makeshift weapon, as if she was anywhere near strong enough to be able to do any significant damage with it.             ❛ Abigail would have been much better suited to this sort of thing, ❜ she mused quietly, the red flower clutched tightly in her other hand whispering in agreement.             ❛ She says she can’t come out to play, though. She doesn’t want to scare anybody. ❜

After a moment’s deliberation, Wendy stepped forward and stood next to Daniella.             ❛ If I’m going to get bitten, it will happen no matter where I’m standing. At least if two of us guard the front, there’ll be less chance of either one meeting death today. ❜